Churlish May

I met Jane in September's throw January's grass, we let each other go I met Helen on March's back She took my coat and she stole my hat I met you when the weather got fine You said 'I've got yours if you've got mine And the worst and best of all we knew Stayed out to rust in the morning dew Didn't take long to sing our love Was a harvest feast, was a hand to glove When winter came you couldn't stand to sit You just the same never burnt but lit With a world at war and my thoughts on you I didn't care to fall, there wasn't much to do And the worst and best of all we knew Stayed out to rust in the morning dew Churlish May when the year was fair Gone full circle when things went square Ate my meal an un-noble beast Left me to pay not a movable feast Look I got nothing, dunno where I am Got a fistful of questions, not an answer to hand And the worst and best of all we knew Stayed out to rust in the morning dew Morning dew With a blow me down the road, dead in the wood Further from you now, then the roots from the leaves Drunk on the wood, never seen any trees My ore's out the water and the lake that I'm sailing Is your dear father's daughter and it's cold and I'm ailing Are you drowning me slowly, was the school meant to teach Are you leaving so slowly, where's the shore, where's the beach? And the worst and best of all we knew Stayed out to rust in the morning dew --- Churlish May - Johnny Flynn